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For as long as I could remember Keene and I had been inseparable. I’d lived in my house ever since I was born, and when I was five Keene and his family had moved in next to me. He was a year older and his family was in every way different to mine. He had 4 older brothers and a younger sister, all of whom were loud and boisterous. I had no siblings, and my family were calm and quiet. But despite the differences in our families, Keene and I were surprisingly similar. When we were very young we didn’t really care much about having things in common, but by the time I was about eleven I wanted to know everything about him. We’d often go out into the field that our houses backed onto. We’d spend hours on warm summer evenings, talking about our lives and our interests, watching the sun go down. When I was fourteen, Keene asked me out. At first I was reluctant to answer. I didn’t want to upset him, but I also wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to say yes. After a week of procrastinating I finally answered Keene. With a yes. I had fair brown hair and dark green eyes. I always found my thick hair a challenge and just tied it into a messy ponytail. Not that Keene ever seemed to mind. The field quickly turned into a place where we would go to kiss and cuddle, away from our families. Of course, we still had our long talks, and we still loved to watch the sunset together. Now I was sixteen and Keene was seventeen and we were still in a happy relationship. We still went out to the field, but our talks about ourselves had recently become far deeper. We would discuss death and mental illness and various other topics. I’d had a fringe cut in and dyed my hair black. I now straightened it every day and left it to hang around my shoulders. Keene had grown his hair out and had also dyed it black. We probably looked more like brother and sister than a couple, apart from Keene’s beautiful, piercing blue eyes.

It was a warm summer’s evening, around four o’clock, and Keene would be arriving home any second. I was sitting on the curb outside my house, my elbows on my knees and my chin resting in my hands. Keene’s car pulled up and parked across the street. He climbed out and I ran over to him, leaping into his arms. “Hey babe!” I grinned, my arms around his neck and my fingers linked behind his head. He held my hips and I looked up to his eyes. “How was work?” “Same as always,” he chuckled. “You ready to go out back?” “When am I not?” I laughed. Keene wrapped his fingers around mine and we walked around the side of my house and out to the field. We sat down together, side by side, our legs out in front of us. Keene wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I leant against him, while he leant back on his free arm. I looked down at my outfit. Denim shorts, a black Rolling Stones belly top and red Converse. Then I looked at Keene’s outfit. Black skinny jeans, an Asking Alexandria t-shirt and navy blue high top Converse. I put my feet against his and looked at our matching shoes. I shifted position so that my head was lying in his lap and looked up at him. “You know I’d never keep secrets from you unless they were huge, right?” I asked. “Why? Jess…what are you hiding from me?” he asked cautiously. “Nothing. I just wanted you to know,” I said.